Tuesday, April 21, 2009
There are easy chemistry courses and there are those that tempt you to sacrifice a slightly paranoid goat to your professor in hopes that he will be appeased thereby magically transforming physical chemistry into an easy subject by say giving us the exam answers. My physical/quantum chemistry professor maybe a genius, well connected (he knows THE Peter Atkins), funny, low in fat, high in fibre, fight crime by night, gives alms to needy extraterrestrials and walks on water, but teaching physical chemistry to someone like me that abhors maths is just beyond his abilities.
So here I am at 4:04pm in the chemistry lab rushing another report. Only now I don’t feel that same urgency and anxiety that is normally associated with writing physical chemistry reports, peptic ulcers or anthropomorphic purple dinosaurs. Why? Because I’ve been granted a one week extension for my report by my tutor, who has just informed me that in light of the confusion associated with the non-teaching week, he’s not going to mark my report late and as such I will now attempt to engage my blog readers in a riveting rant about my ardent support for inflatable marital aids.
No really, I was just thinking recently whatever happened to Lamb Chop’s play along? Where kids come to play along and fun things are all we ever do. Come to think of it Lamb Chop was what ultimately inspired my sister and me to create Lambo the pre-incarnation of the modern day Chicken Mcduckie. Of course when my voice broke it was only my sister that could voice Lambo or Chicken. For those of you not in the know, I have a very sad and weird mode of communication with my sister; that is through a plush toy chick called Chicken. Creative aren’t we? But do not despise our use of a plush toy to communicate, Chicken has served as a bridge to apologise to each other, cheer one another up and amuse/torture my brother-in-law to no end.
I see now that the lab technician is eyeing me suspiciously, it maybe because he can leave early if there’s no one left in that lab. I shall take it as a divine sign that I should leave for my next class. But before I must express my loyalties to Lamb Chop play along and how I sorely wish that they would release it on DVD so that someone may up load it as a torrent for me to download I may purchase it through the proper legal channels and prosper the big media organisations even if it costs me half my liver. May the government’s internet piracy watch dogs live forever.
That is all.
Jon.P™
Jonathan’s Gem
“Of course I know where Hebrews is... (flips to the front of the Bible)”
So here I am at 4:04pm in the chemistry lab rushing another report. Only now I don’t feel that same urgency and anxiety that is normally associated with writing physical chemistry reports, peptic ulcers or anthropomorphic purple dinosaurs. Why? Because I’ve been granted a one week extension for my report by my tutor, who has just informed me that in light of the confusion associated with the non-teaching week, he’s not going to mark my report late and as such I will now attempt to engage my blog readers in a riveting rant about my ardent support for inflatable marital aids.
No really, I was just thinking recently whatever happened to Lamb Chop’s play along? Where kids come to play along and fun things are all we ever do. Come to think of it Lamb Chop was what ultimately inspired my sister and me to create Lambo the pre-incarnation of the modern day Chicken Mcduckie. Of course when my voice broke it was only my sister that could voice Lambo or Chicken. For those of you not in the know, I have a very sad and weird mode of communication with my sister; that is through a plush toy chick called Chicken. Creative aren’t we? But do not despise our use of a plush toy to communicate, Chicken has served as a bridge to apologise to each other, cheer one another up and amuse/torture my brother-in-law to no end.
I see now that the lab technician is eyeing me suspiciously, it maybe because he can leave early if there’s no one left in that lab. I shall take it as a divine sign that I should leave for my next class. But before I must express my loyalties to Lamb Chop play along and how I sorely wish that they would release it on DVD so that someone may up load it as a torrent for me to download I may purchase it through the proper legal channels and prosper the big media organisations even if it costs me half my liver. May the government’s internet piracy watch dogs live forever.
That is all.
Jon.P™
Jonathan’s Gem
“Of course I know where Hebrews is... (flips to the front of the Bible)”
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